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- Senzai Wakashu
Samidare ni omoi koso yare inishie no kusa no iori no yowa no sabishisa
In the early summer rain, how my thoughts go out to the loneliness of a grass hut long ago in the depths of the night.
Senzai Wakashu - Prince Sukehito
Itodoshiku shizu no iori no ibuseki ni unohanakutashi samidare zo suru
Upon the peasant's hut, already gloomy enough, the early summer rain that rots the deutzia keeps falling, making it gloomier still.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Mototoshi
Obotsukana itsuka harubeki wabibito no omou kokoro ya samidare no sora
How uncertain it is; when will it ever clear? Is this sky of summer rain the very heart of one who lives in sorrow, thrown into turmoil?
Senzai Wakashu - Minamoto no Toshiyori
Samidare ni Asazawanuma no hanakatsumi katsu miru mama ni kakure yuku kana
With the waters swollen by the early summer rains, the flowering katsumi of Asazawa Marsh sink out of sight even as I watch.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Akinaka
Samidare no hikazu henureba karitsumishi shizuya no kosuge kuchi ya shinuran
Now that the early summer rains have gone on for so many days, the sedge the peasants cut and stacked must surely have rotted away.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Akisuke
Samidare ni mizu no mizukasa masaru rashi mio no shirushi mo miezu nari yuku
The waters must be rising with the early summer rains, for even the markers of the channel are sinking out of sight.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Chikataka
Samidare wa taku mo no keburi uchishimeri shiotare masaru Suma no urabito
In the season of summer rains the smoke of burning seaweed is damp through and through, and the fisherfolk of Suma are drenched with brine and tears all the more.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Shunzei
Toki shimo are mizu no mikomo o kariagete hosade kutashitsu samidare no sora
Of all times for it! Just when I had cut the wild rice by the water, I let it rot before it could dry, under this sky of summer rain.
Senzai Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kiyosuke
Samidare wa ama no moshiogi kuchinikeri urabe ni keburi taete hodo henu
In the summer rains the fisherfolk's firewood for salt-making has rotted, and it is long now since smoke last rose along the shore.
Senzai Wakashu - Aki
Samidare ni Muro no Yashima o miwataseba keburi wa nami no ue yori zo tatsu
When I look out over Muro no Yashima in the early summer rains, the smoke is rising from atop the waves.
Senzai Wakashu - Minamoto no Yukiyori
Samidare wa toma no shizuku ni sode nurete ana shiodoke no nami no ukine ya
In the summer rains my sleeves are wet with drops from the rush-mat roof of the boat; ah, how damp with brine is this sorrowful sleep afloat upon the waves!
Senzai Wakashu - Minamoto no Nakamasa
Samidare no kumo no harema ni tsuki saete yamahototogisu sora ni naku nari
In a break in the clouds of the summer rains the moon shines clear and cold, and the mountain cuckoo is calling in the sky.
Senzai Wakashu - Kamo no Nariyasu
Ochikaeri nuru tomo kinake hototogisu ima ikuka ka wa samidare no sora
Come again and again and sing, cuckoo, even if the rain soaks you; how many more days can this sky of summer rain last?
Senzai Wakashu - Minamoto no Sukekata
Ausaka no yamahototogisu nanoru nari seki moru kami ya sora ni touran
The mountain cuckoo of Ausaka is calling out its name; is the god who guards the barrier questioning it up in the sky?
Senzai Wakashu - Minamoto no Morotoki
Inishie o koitsutsu hitori koekureba nakiau yama no hototogisu kana
As I come over the hills alone, longing for days gone by, the mountain cuckoo cries as though weeping along with me.
Senzai Wakashu - Keisen
Nadote kaku omoisomeken hototogisu yuki no miyama no nori no sue ka wa
Why did I ever begin to love the cuckoo so? Its song is hardly the rest of the Buddhist verse once sought in the Snowy Mountains.
Senzai Wakashu - Minamoto no Toshiyori